My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 164 She Likes Being Spoiled

current season’s latest pieces in Genevieve’s size; the styles ranging from evening dresses to casual wear. Some of the luxury brands had reached an agreement—any item that Genevieve set her heart upon would be removed from their stores nationwide. Genevieve spent her entire afternoon picking out clothes in the living room, occasionally leaving her seat to open the door for yet another store manager that came over with new pieces, while Armand moved his work to the bedroom. At six in the evening, Genevieve was giddy with happiness, having picked out thirty outfits in addition to six evening dresses. Putting on a green dress that she had brought earlier, she went to the restaurant with Armand. With square-cut emerald earrings on her delicate ears that complemented her green dress, Genevieve radiated a cool elegance on top of her usual beauty. “This green dress looks good on you,” commented Armand, thinking it was one of the new dresses she had chosen in the afternoon. He raised his hand to her earlobe, caressing it, pleased with its softness. His gaze then landed on her graceful shoulders and the small exposed area of her collarbones. “Perhaps I can buy you another one tomorrow?” Armand murmured. Freezing for a moment, she swatted Armand’s hand away, sensing his implication. Glancing at the man warily, she took a step away from him. Armand grinned quietly. Arriving at the restaurant, they took a table near the window, and Armand ordered their food after looking through the menu. Propping her chin in one hand, Genevieve looked out the window. The hotel had built a large outdoor swimming pool over almost three hundred square meters of land behind the building. Many hotel guests were at the swimming pool with their children, taking advantage of the setting sun and the mild temperature outside. Reminded of the swimsuits that she had chosen while picking out clothes earlier, Genevieve took her phone and typed: I want to go swimming after dinner. Following her gaze, Armand looked downstairs through the window and furrowed his brows. “We have a small pool in the suite. You can swim there later. It’ll be the same.” Genevieve shook her head in protest, typing: The one in our suite is way too tiny – I can’t even do a lap around it. Defeated, Armand rubbed his temples and signaled a waiter over, discreetly giving some instructions to the latter. Genevieve put her chin